Straight Up Typhoon – 2
Hey! I remember you guys! I love you. Thanks for reviewing. Here's chapter two. Some of the chapters are just a tad short, as a warning, but overall, this story IS longer than My Impractical Hurricane. And also, more action-packed! Whoo! …Um, yeah.
Reed always knew where to find Johnny. It came from a great deal of experience involving the younger's many, though brief, temper tantrums. In any case, the living room seemed to be a popular retreat these days for anyone looking to be alone. This was because the living room was more often than not the most social room in a house, and when trying to avoid one another, it was a room that was likewise avoided. Therefore, when the room was known to be avoided, it was the perfect solace for those looking to avoid those that would avoid contact by avoiding that particular room. An ironic logic, but a logic nonetheless. "I thought I'd find you here." Reed did his best to make his voice gentle.
Johnny didn't say anything, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall like a rejected teenager as he glared daggers at Reed.
"Come on, you're not mad at me, too, are you?" Reed put his hands on his hips and sighed.
Johnny looked away and scuffed a foot slightly against the ground. "Not mad." He grunted.
"Johnny, Ben wasn't trying to be funny." Reed explained. "Really, he wasn't. He didn't mean anything by it, this is all just a little weird for him."
"Yeah well he's not the only one." Johnny flipped up a hand and continued his sulking.
"I didn't think we'd be getting into this so early in the morning." Reed scratched his head and thought for a moment. "So why don't we just…change the subject."
"Tactful. I like it." Johnny agreed.
"What were your plans today?" Reed leaned casually against an adjacent wall.
Johnny's moping expression slowly changed and he raised his eyebrows. "I was thinking about buying a motorcycle."
Reed made a noticeable twinge. Johnny didn't think about things—he outright did, bought, or destroyed them on impulse. There was a track record three miles long to prove it. So apparently there was to be a new motorcycle in the next twenty-four hours. One more thing for Sue to yell at him over, one more thing for Ben to roll his eyes at, and one more thing for the local authorities to watch out for. "…Motorcycles are dangerous." Well damned if that didn't just fall right out of his mouth. As if such a statement could possibly mean anything to reckless danger personified.
"Yeah. So is fire." Johnny said, that very much evil smirk in his eyes. "Don't daddy-speech me on this." He paused. "I'm buying a helmet, too."
"And I guess that's supposed to make me feel better." Reed sighed. "Don't you give me enough to worry about?"
"Then don't worry so much. If you aren't careful, it's bound to give you some serious gray hairs." He mocked, the smartass grin he was sporting just a little too comfortable on his face. "Why, what are you doing? …Maybe you wanna come with?"
"Oh, I…well Ben wanted to hang out tonight." Reed cleared his throat, unconsciously touching at a silver streak on the side of his head. "Er, but I guess I can put it off and—"
"W-no, uh, w-why do that?" Johnny aimlessly wandered away from him as though he were in a hurry to get somewhere. Clearly the idea of Reed breaking off other plans to spend time with him was, as of yet, freakishly uncomfortable. "I got my plans, you got yours, you and Rocky, me and my ride… We'll rendezvous sometime next Tuesday—share war stories."
"Right…" Reed chuckled. "If that's what you want."
"Sure…now, if you'll excuse me, the Torch has some shopping to do." Johnny backed away.
"Okay…so…" Reed daringly followed him, stopping a couple of steps in front of him as though merely intending to take the same exit. "I guess I'll be gone by the time you get back."
"Yep. Guess so." Johnny's eyes glanced back and forth before looking back to Reed.
"So I'll see you." Reed swallowed slightly. "Later."
"Later, yeah." Johnny nodded.
"Great…so until…" Reed slowly leaned forward, tilting his head a ways. "…then…"
Johnny parted his lips a little and moved to receive the kiss—
"Reed!" Ben's voice practically rattled the hallways. "What happened to the phone? Swear I put the damn thing…"
"Uh…Well, so, later then, see ya pal." Johnny knocked Reed in the shoulder with a fist and quickly retreated out of the room.
"Yeah but—" Reed held up a hand and stammered hopelessly, furrowing his brow before slumping in exasperation. "…Hmff…"